At the edge of a jagged cliff stands a towering, dilapidated lighthouse, its light long since extinguished. The sea below crashes violently against the rocks, but the sound is muffled by the thick, eerie fog that surrounds the structure. The lighthouse is covered in creeping ivy and dark moss, with its windows shattered and doors creaking open. Inside, the spiral staircase leads up into the dark, where the faint sound of chains dragging echoes. At the top, a shadowy figure stands at the edge of the broken railing, its eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. The atmosphere is thick with despair and something ancient lurking just out of sight
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